Such a simple gesture from you forces one to ponder.
When you first noticed your fingers, do you remember the wonder?
Puzzling little stubs that adorned each hand.
They had the power to talk and make others understand.
Without a word spoken or a single thought told,
Little did you realize all the things they could hold.
A simple palm wrap or fingers intertwined,
Could convey a strength that would last all time.
Feelings could flow from one hand to another,
a husband and wife, a girl and her lover.
Fingers make your day with a simple squeeze,
they can pinch your nose to control a sneeze.
They can tell the world your number one,
or express you I.Q. before you run.
So I must confess that I don't understand.
When you give me your finger what's your plan?
